The Passing Of My Mother

My mother passed away mid-September. She was 72. She had a lot of underlining conditions.

As usual, I write about my experiences as a form of healing. Hopefully you can find solace in these words.

January 3, 2025

When it came to my grief, New Years Eve was a strange feeling. It was like I was leaving my mother behind. I later learned that this is a common experience in grief.

I am grateful that all the memories feel like good ones. Even the bad ones, where i had done something wrong or we argued, i feel forgiven in those memories.

I still feel like i should be on the floor with grief. Maybe that day will come. I spent my whole life in grief one way or the other.

I lived in fear of losing my mother. Losing her was one of my greatest fears.

I watched as she became older and unhealthy. Her memory slipped away from her.

I used to say to myself, "i miss my mom." Old age had really taken its toll. Everything changed.

So when she finally passed, it felt like it was on her own terms and her own time. All of her fears, sadness, pains, worries, & the role of looking after us went away for her.

She did what she came here to do. And like all of us, we are destined to return to Creator.

'Today, I thought of you. A beautiful memory of us together drifted into my consciousness, and this gave me a deep sense of knowing that you are still out there, somewhere. That place between space and time, this is where you now exist. A place where love never dies.'

Mark Lemon

Feb/March 2025

words I found along the way...